Posts tagged cats

When it gets warm enough I like to go outside to write in the morning. Usually I don’t get past the front step, but today I walked myself down to the river. Invisible in the picture are all the dogs who visited. On my front step it’s cats, lots of cats. There’s The Mountain: a big round animal who’s the same shape whether she’s lying on her front or back, The King: an enormous black and white bully, and Little Grieg: a very cute and vivacious murderer. Soon we are moving to Ohio and I will have to name new neighborhood cats. (I hope.) And—thank goodness—there will still be a river.

When it gets warm enough I like to go outside to write in the morning. Usually I don’t get past the front step, but today I walked myself down to the river. Invisible in the picture are all the dogs who visited. On my front step it’s cats, lots of cats. There’s The Mountain: a big round animal who’s the same shape whether she’s lying on her front or back, The King: an enormous black and white bully, and Little Grieg: a very cute and vivacious murderer.

Soon we are moving to Ohio and I will have to name new neighborhood cats. (I hope.) And—thank goodness—there will still be a river.

Hastings chilling w/Vallejo

Hastings chilling w/Vallejo